with luck.
That was about training,
skill, desire.
Now, please.
Take the cross off.
It's who I am.
You don't even know
what it means.
This is the big show.
And you gotta have someone
watching your back.
It's either kill or be killed.
And you know what?
I can't always be there.
Hey, I'm tryin' to be
Mr. Sensitive Guy.
It's just--Ahh!
I don't even know why I bother.
All right. Wish me luck.
Luck?
What about desire?
You seen Lieutenant Forbes?
You know I got desire.
Hey, Marshall...
Luck.
Mmm.
Message from Earth Command.
Their defenses
are on line, sir, but--
They don't believe...
they can withstand
a Kilrathi battle group...
without the support
of the fleet.
But they will fight, sir.
Earth will never surrender.
What's our status?
We're running
at one-hundred-and-ten percent.
We've already lost three ships--
two at jump points, and one's
reactor core melted down.
Run at one hundred and twenty.
Now, if Dibbles had
the flying skills of a woman...
he'd still be alive.
You gotta be kidding me.
Don't take it
personally, Nugget.
It's a question of estrogen.
Women can out fly
and outshoot men.
It has been proven...
that we can keep track
of up to four enemy fighters.
No, it takes balls,
big balls...
not ovaries, to maintain
four enemy fighters...
and that's a fact, Jack.
All right, watch this.
Con. Con. This is Delta Two
requesting permission to land.
Delta Two,
you're clear to land.
Delta Two, you're coming in
too hot. Abort. I repeat, abort.
Delta Two. Do you copy?
Shit!
Delta Two, you are inverted!
Hoo hoo! Not anymore.
Aaahhh!
Now, what were you saying?
Delta One!
Whoo!
What are you people
lookin' at?
Carry on about your business.
Nothin' to see here,
ladies and gentlemen.
Whoo! Oh, now,
that was a sweet three-sixty.
Actually, that was a five-forty.
Did you just do that
to impress me?
I'm just trying to redirect
some of that testosterone.
You're a total...
maniac.
Todd "Maniac" Marshall
at your service...ma'am!
Ha ha ha ha!
Ohh, shit.
You're needed
on the bridge, Captain.
I'll be right there.
You don't want to be here
right now.
Just for you, sir.
Trying to bribe me?
No.
No. Um...
thanks, Angel.
The flight boss would've
brought us up on charges...
if you hadn't said something.
Yeah. Yeah, what the hell
were you thinking?
Look, I wasn't.
Not with my head, anyway.
You're one of my best pilots.
I cannot afford to lose you.
I was just...
showing off a bit
in front of Maniac.
Maniac?
Lieutenant Marshall.
He has a new call sign.
I see.
Well, I hope it felt very good.
Better...than...
sex.
Bullshit.
Better than sex with myself.
You just see that
it never happens again.
Sir? Can I talk to you?
Yeah.
Go ahead.
My whole life...
I've taken crap
because I'm part Pilgrim.
And I don't know why.
Sit down.
You're one of the last
descendants of a dying race.
Pilgrims were the first human
space explorers and settlers.
For five centuries...
they defied the odds.
They embraced space...
and for that,
they were rewarded...
with the gift of a flawless
sense of direction.
They could feel
magnetic fields...
created by
quasars and black holes...
created by
quasars and black holes...
negotiate singularities...
navigate not just the stars,
but space-time itself.
Like a Navcom A.I.?
No, no.
You've got it backwards.
The billions of calculations
each second...
necessary to lead us through
a black hole or a quasar...
is the Navcom recreation
of the mind of a single Pilgrim.
Then why'd the war start?
You spend so much time
out here alone...
you end up losing your humanity.
When Pilgrims began to lose
touch with their heritage...
they saw themselves
as superior to men.
And in their arrogance...
they chose to abandon
all things human...
and follow what they called
their "destiny."
Some say they believed
they were gods.
You believe they were gods?
No.
But I do believe
they were touched by God.